As he handed me the gift, my hands started to shake. I carefully untied the bow and then began to take off the wrapping paper. I looked up into Josh’s eyes every so often, and the love I saw there just seared into my soul.

I removed the blue velvet box and slowly opened it. I let out a gasp when I saw the necklace. I reached in and took it out. There were three hearts, and each had writing on it. The biggest heart said, Forever in my heart. One of the smaller hearts said, Will, and the other said, Libby. I moved the smaller hearts to see a small round charm with J & H inscribed on it.

“Look on the back of the one with our initials,” Josh said.

I turned it over to read, I’ll love you for infinity.

My heart didn’t know whether to be sad or happy. I looked up, and Josh gave me a small smile. He leaned over and kissed my tear-soaked cheek. I tried to talk, but my voice caught in my throat as I gazed into Josh’s eyes.

How could I love him any more than I do at this very moment?

“Josh…this is so beautiful, and I don’t even—”

“Shh…just tell me you like it.”

I peeked down at the necklace in my hand and then back at him. “I love it. Oh, Josh, it’s so perfect.”

I threw myself into his arms and started crying. He pulled me onto his lap and held me while I let it all out.

Today had been so hard for me. It was our first Christmas as a married couple, the kids’ first Christmas, and another Christmas without my parents.

When I finally settled down, I felt chills running up and down my back from where Josh was moving his hand. I instantly thought of his gift, and I could practically feel myself getting wet. I pulled back and looked at him with the most smoldering look I could muster.

“What’s wrong, baby? Why are you making that face?”

I rolled my eyes. Epic fail on the smoldering look, Heather. I let out a laugh. “You want your gift now?”

“Hell yeah, I do,” Josh said.

He lifted me out of his lap. We both stood and made our way upstairs. I set my necklace down on the dresser and turned to look at my husband. He was standing there, like a kid waiting to see what Santa had brought him. I grinned at my thought of Santa.

“Okay, go sit down on the bed and give me a few minutes,” I said with a wink.

I walked into the closet and opened up my T-shirt drawer. I pulled out the Santa outfit and smiled. I quickly undressed and started to slip on the red thigh-high stockings. The touch of innocence from the black-and-white bows on the top of each stocking made me smile. I pulled on the red silk panties. The small white trim was perfect on them, and I couldn’t believe how sexy they made me feel. Then, I put on the red bustier. The girl at the store had shown me how to get it on without anyone’s help, but it was still a pain in the ass.

“Heather? What in the hell are you doing in there? Still shopping for it?” Josh called out.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Give me two more minutes.”

I put on the black belt, and then I turned and looked in the mirror. The white trim at the top of the bustier matched the white trim on the panties. I slipped on the red high heels and quickly threw my hair up into a sloppy bun with pieces hanging down. I bent down and pulled the box out from behind the stack of blankets. I smiled as I looked at the perfectly wrapped present.

Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m going to do this.

When I had asked Ari for her help a few months back, I’d thought she would pass out from screaming for so long. Before I’d known it, we had been sitting in front of her computer, ordering a Dare Me Pleasure Set from Lelo.com.

I took a deep breath and slowly opened the closet doors. Josh was lying back on the bed with his arm over his eyes. When he tilted his head up, his mouth dropped open. I was standing there in my sexy Santa outfit, holding his present.

“Holy shit, you look…you look…”

I tried so hard not to blush…or laugh at his expression. He was speechless, and I was silently thanking Ari for talking me into getting this outfit.

“I look…like what, Josh?” I said in a purr. Oh yeah…I’m getting this sexy shit down.

Josh looked me up and down as he licked his lips. “My god…you take my breath away, princess.” He stood and walked toward me. He stopped just short of me. “Turn around, Heather,” he whispered in a deep voice.

A chill ran up and down my body at the sound of his voice. I placed the gift on the dresser and then slowly turned around, stopping once to look over my shoulder at him, until I came back full circle.

Josh started taking off his shirt, and I began panting heavily as I moved my eyes all over his body. The sight of him with his shirt off still drove me insane with lust. Sometimes, I just couldn’t believe he was mine.

He took a few steps toward me. He looked down and smiled. “I like the bows.”

I let out a giggle. “So do I.”

He glanced up, and his eyes landed on my breasts that were practically falling out of the bustier. He ran his finger in between my cleavage, and I let out a small moan.

“Motherfucker,” he whispered.

He reached up, took a piece of my hair hanging down, and ran it along his fingers. Then, his hand went behind my neck, and he pulled me to him as he leaned down and kissed me. The passion in his kiss was pushing me to the edge of pleasure. Both of his hands went into my hair, and he grabbed it before pulling my head back, breaking our kiss.

“Heather, you are so damn sexy. I just want to be inside you and stay there all night.”

All I could do was whisper, “Yes.”

He reached down and picked me up as he began kissing me again. He walked me over and gently put me down on the bed.

“You look so fucking hot in that outfit, princess…but I really can’t wait to slowly peel it off of you.”

I rubbed my legs together to ease the throbbing in between them. Then, I remembered the gift. I sat up quickly. “Oh wait! My gift.”

I put my finger in my mouth and tried to give him the most seductive, innocent look I could as I walked over and grabbed the present I had set down on the dresser. Then, I came and sat down on the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees in front of me and put his head on my lap.

“Are you trying to kill me, Heather? Because if you keep doing shit like that, the only thing I’m going to take off is your panties before I bury myself deep inside you.”

“Oh, um…Merry Christmas, baby,” was all I could manage to get out of my mouth as I handed him the gift.